Mid-term exams, the time of joy...

Minnesota winters are long and vicious. Even if the weather warms up, most locals know that nature is up to its usual base trickery.
The real blue in the face Minnesotans know that the arrival of spring is heralded by a flute player.

Excuse me, by the flute player. When his tune causes students
in Dinkytown, right by the University of Minnesota campus, to turn up
their stereos to drown out the wailing melody, we know the spring is
a-coming. The bus riders still wear heavy jackets but the plants on
the dorm window sills already show faint traces of green on their branches.

Spring is also the time for misery, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and for dashing around madly. In other words, it is time for mid-term exams.